Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.